After drinking, I confessed that I like you, I like you very much
There are ten thousand different situations when ten thousand people are drunk. This was the first time Wen Zichuan saw him drunk, and he couldn't predict what situation he would be in. But fortunately, he was not like Lu Dao, who would curse and smash things when he was drunk.
Wen Zichuan's heart softened as he was held in his arms. He raised his hand and gently patted his back: "Let's go and rest, okay?"
Cheng Sizhou let him go, shook his head vigorously, staggered a few steps, slid down and sat down against the back of the sofa, lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds, then started talking to himself again, mumbling.
Wen Zichuan leaned over and listened to him reciting: "... the stars are not the same as last night, for whom do I stand in the wind and dew in the middle of the night? Lingering thoughts are exhausted and the remaining cocoons are pulled out, the heart is ache after peeling the banana leaves. Three to five years, three to five months, it's a pity that the cup of wine has not been finished..."[1]
After hearing this, he was even more speechless. Who would sit on the ground and recite poetry when they are drunk?
However, Brother Zhou is a cultured person who studies history, so maybe his way of expressing emotions is different from that of ordinary people.
After finishing the poem, Cheng Sizhou stopped talking. The room suddenly became quiet, with the remaining aroma of malt lingering around the two of them.
Just like that rainy night, Wen Zichuan sat next to him, and where their skin touched, it felt hot.
"Brother Zhou, you said you like men. You don't know how happy I am."
Cheng Sizhou closed his eyes and did not respond.
Wen Zichuan turned his head to look at him, then retracted his gaze, looking at his toes with his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart: "At least I am not without a chance, and I don't have to hide those shameful thoughts anymore..."
After saying that, he looked at his side again. Cheng Sizhou was breathing evenly and deeply, and he must have fallen asleep.
Wen Zichuan sighed, slowly leaned on his shoulder, and said very softly and slowly: "Cheng Sizhou, I like you, very, very much."
The temperature dropped in the second half of the night, and the tile floor in the living room was cold to the touch, making it impossible to sleep.
Wen Zichuan endured his tiredness and insisted on coaxing Cheng Sizhou back to the room. He filled some hot water for him to wipe his face and hands. He was afraid that he would wake up in the middle of the night and still be drunk, and it would be inconvenient for him to drink water or go to the bathroom, so he simply took a pillow and leaned against the head of the bed to watch over him. He didn't fall asleep the whole time.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Yu Ming called and gave them a fright.
"Gu De Maoning... Yu, senior brother." Cheng Sizhou was half asleep.
"Why aren't you at work?" Yu Ming noticed something was wrong. "Are you at home?"
"That house... where is it..." Cheng Sizhou tilted his head, his tongue thicker than his neck, and he couldn't finish a sentence for a long time.
Wen Zichuan couldn't bear to watch it anymore and snatched his phone away: "Hello, I'm Cheng Sizhou's roommate. He's feeling a little...unwell today."
"Not feeling well? What's going on?"
Wen Zichuan turned on the speakerphone and signaled him with his eyes to see if he wanted to cover it up first.
However, Cheng Sizhou waved his hand, as nonchalant as an idiot: "What's the matter? I'm just drunk!"
Yu Ming took a deep breath, nearly bleeding from anger. "You're really capable! Master came over early this morning and said some of the donated cultural relics need emergency restoration, and the restoration team is calling for a meeting. Can you come?"
"Oh... then I'll get up! Eh? Where are my pants?"
"It's dirty, take it and wash it."
On the other end of the line, Senior Yu's eyebrows knitted into a "川" shape. What kind of obscene conversation is this?! After all, he works in a cultural institution and has received higher education! His private life is debauched! Corrupt and vulgar! Shameless!
Cheng Sizhou's face was even redder than last night. He shivered as soon as he got out of bed, mumbling, "It's so cold! It's only been one night, and it's already winter?"
"The temperature has dropped a bit, but over 20 degrees Celsius isn't too cold, is it?" Wen Zichuan said, taking a thin coat and putting it on him. When he touched his shoulder, he almost shouted, "It's so hot!"
"Haha, after all, I am a hot-blooded man."
"Are you sick?" Wen Zichuan felt his forehead and said, "You obviously have a fever..."
They both forgot to hang up the phone, and Yu Ming's patience had reached its limit: "You don't need to come if you have a fever! Go see a doctor right away!"
Bang, hung up.
When Cheng Sizhou was pushed back into bed, he shamelessly started to act like a spoiled child towards Wen Zichuan: "Look at these people, what are their attitudes? Only you are nice to me... A-choo!"
"Stop joking. Let me take your temperature first, and then I'll take you to the hospital." Wen Zichuan said as he looked for a thermometer.
"Hospital? No, no," Cheng Sizhou pretended to cry pitifully while hugging his pillow. "If my dad knew that I caught a cold from drinking and gave myself a fever, he would cut my head off on the spot!"
Will you catch a cold from drinking alcohol?
Maybe it wasn't just because of drinking. The rain lasted for half a month and he had to sleep on the floor for more than ten days.
Wen Zichuan was half guilty and half worried: "If you don't go to the hospital, are you going to force yourself to get through it?"
Cheng Sizhou said with a heavy nasal voice: "It's okay, there are some medicines in the medicine box, take some and the fever will go away."
You don’t know your body temperature until you measure it. Once you measure it, you’ll be shocked. It’s 39.5℃, and you’ll be burned.
Wen Zichuan quickly asked him to take the medicine, but couldn't help saying, "It's too serious, why don't we go to the hospital?"
Cheng Sizhou huddled in the quilt, shivering: "No, Zichuan, I won't go to the hospital."
Wen Zichuan remembered that Cheng Sizhou had had a quarrel with his father in the hospital, and with his popularity in the hospital, after he went there, there would definitely be a lot of people coming to visit him, which would make it difficult to deal with.
"But I have to go to the second stage today, so I can't stay with you all the time."
"It's okay." Cheng Sizhou said weakly, "I'll sleep and you can do your thing."
In order to save time and get there early and come back early, Wen Zichuan took a taxi to the Second Sound headquarters for the first time.
Mr. Jin was not at home, so Su Zhuo took him to complete the formalities and told him that he could report in next Monday.
Before leaving the office, Wen Zichuan saw the huge logo at the front desk and asked, "Second Voice has developed so well and has become the largest platform in China. Why is it called 'Second Voice'?"
Su Zhuo smiled and said, "Because Mr. Jin once said, 'If we call ourselves second, who else dares to claim to be first?'"
“…”
It is indeed a corporate style that is free and unrestrained and takes a radical approach.
Cheng Sizhou took three or four days of sick leave, and the repair team must have been very busy, but strangely, neither Mr. Jiang nor Yu Ming called to urge them.
This made Comrade Xiao Cheng, who was at the bottom of the food chain, very uncomfortable.
He was the kind of person who couldn't get used to Yu Ming not assigning him any work, and he couldn't be mean to Yu Ming either. So Wen Zichuan, who came to him automatically, became his first choice to nag.
"People who are sick need to rest." Wen Zichuan emphasized the last two words.
"But I'm really bored. I can't sleep and I can't go anywhere. Teacher Zichuan, who is so compassionate and saves people from suffering, can you please talk to me for a few words? You speak so nicely." Cheng Sizhou rolled over and cried.
Don’t say that Mr. Wen is a person who responds to soft words but not to hard ones. When someone he likes acts like a spoiled child towards him, he can’t handle it, whether it’s soft or hard.
"Read a story to you?" Wen Zichuan was helpless.
"Okay, okay!" Cheng Sizhou's eyes were starry.
"The first year of Longwu——"
"Stop, stop, stop! Why is it that little thing about Chu Xingge again?"
"There are several letters written by Wen Hao to Chu Xingge in the plot. Fans like them very much and have sorted them out and posted them. They hope that I can record a version of them."
Bah! Which ignorant fan is this?
As a die-hard fan of Teacher Wen, Cheng Sizhou wanted to find this person and beat him up! He relied on his status as a fan to make unreasonable demands on the main person. Did he agree to it?
"Don't move! You just felt a little better, but now you have a fever again." Wen Zichuan straightened the corner of the quilt for him, wondering why this man was as difficult to deal with as a child when he was sick.
"I don't like Chu Xingge. I don't want to hear anything about him."
"Why? Mr. An is such a good match, and this role is very popular."
"Wen Hao even lost his life for him. He clearly cares a lot, but he just won't admit it! What a scumbag!"
Can it still be interpreted this way?
Wen Zichuan was stunned: "If you were Chu Xingge..."
"If I were Chu Xingge, I would have seen through the king's cunning scheme of 'killing the cunning rabbit and cooking the running dog' long ago. I wouldn't have left Wen Hao, a friendless man, behind as a human target. I would have taken him with me wherever I went, and we would have died together and lived together."
"……Yeah?"
"Of course! And Wen Hao has been in poor health since he was a child. He can just leave him like that. I can only say that General Chu is really generous."
Wen Zichuan couldn't figure out whether he was being intentional or not after all. He analyzed other people's stories so clearly, so why couldn't he understand his own?
"Brother Zhou, do you have someone you like?"
"I'm single, and everyone in the neighborhood knows it."
"Brother Zhou, have you ever had someone you like?"
"What? Checking the household registration?"
"No... I just want to know what kind of person he is. He should be very outstanding, studying literature or history..."
"You're like Zhuge Liang standing upside down on the stage."
"What's the meaning……?"
"What's with all the gossip?" Cheng Sizhou yawned. "Don't gossip about me. I hate it the most. I'm so sleepy. I'm going to take a nap first."
He closed his eyes, hugged the quilt and sank into the soft pillow, his face slightly pale due to physical discomfort.
Even though he was "hated", Wen Zichuan still felt an urge to get close to him and hug him, wanting to give him some comfort and make him feel less uncomfortable.
But, can he?
Not long after, Cheng Sizhou fell asleep. Wen Zichuan left the bedroom and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.
The rice cooker is very smart. He adjusted the time and heat so that when Cheng Sizhou woke up, the rice was ready to eat.
The light aroma of rice filled the room. He felt a little sad, thinking that he had asked everything he should have asked and tested everything he should have tested. Maybe he didn't hear his confession last night, but after being together for so long, could Brother Zhou really not feel his feelings?
Or, he pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth.
On September 3rd, Wen Zichuan joined Second Voice, marking the official launch of the "Voice Actor Idol Plan".
“Welcome three teachers to join us!”
Chen Yilan, Pinot, Pei Dongdong, Yan Dantong, Su Zhuo, Huang Yun and others were all present. Wen Zichuan greeted them one by one. It was really cordial to see former partners become colleagues.
"Everyone," Yan Dantong walked out of the crowd, "The Art Management Department has just been established. Currently, our Activities Department is in charge of its affairs. Su Zhuo——"
Su Zhuo also stepped forward, and Yan Dantong continued, "Su Zhuo was previously the artist coordinator in the Activities Department. He has now transferred to the Arts Management Department, coordinating the work and schedules of all the teachers. So if you have any questions, please contact him or me."
Su Zhuo bowed lightly and said, "Please give me your guidance, teachers."
After not seeing each other for a while, Wen Zichuan felt that Su Zhuo had grown a lot. He smiled and said, "I'm new here, and I'd like to ask Teacher Su Zhuo for your guidance."
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The author has something to say: [1] Quoted from “Sixteen Beautiful Thoughts, No. 15” by Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty.
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